I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're trying to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey Wanted to receive attention for my music Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me For wanting my cake, and eat it too, and wanting it both ways Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated when I blew, see But it was confusing, cause all I wanted to do's be The Bruce Lee of loose leaf Abused ink, used it as a tool when blew steam Hit the lottery, ooh-wee But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet It was like winning a used mink Ironic cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink I'm beginning to lose sleep One sheep, two sheep Going coo-coo and kooky as Kool Keith But I'm actually weirder than you think Cause I'm... Well, that's nothing Now, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me to seize the moment and don't squander it Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow, so I keep conjuring Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from (Yeah, pondering'll do you wonders No wonder you're losing your mind, the way it wanders) Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo! I think it went wandering off down yonder And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen Cause I need an interventionist to intervene between me and this monster And save me from myself and all this conflict Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it My OCD is conking me in the head, keep knockinNobody's home, I'm sleepwalkinI'm just relaying what the voice in my head is saying Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the... Call me crazy, but I have this vision One day that I'll walk amongst you a regular civilian But until then drums get killed and I'm Coming straight at MCs, blood gets spilled and I'll Take it back to the days that I'd get on a Dre track Give every kid who got played that, pumped up feelinAnd shit to say back to the kids who played him I ain't here to save the fucking children But if one kid out of a hundred million Who are going through a struggle feels it and Relates, that's great, it's payback, Russell Wilson Falling way back in the draft, turn nothing into something, still can Make that, straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack Maybe I need a straight jacket, face facts I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that It's nothing, I'm still friends with the... Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com